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letra de on sight - ace og

[intro]
prizz on the beat
yeah
(ha, ha, ha, ha)
all these rappers be fake as sh-t, you know what i’m sayin’?
(ayy, you got ’em with this one, man)
yeah, ayy (woo)

[chorus]
i can’t trust all these rappers, they be actin’ phony (nah)
you a fake wigga, b-tch you ain’t my f-ckin’ homie (what)
that guy roll up lots of blunts, b-tch we call him smokey (huh)
these thot hoes tryna steal a wigga money, b-tch they nosey (say what?)
man these b-tches fake, stop with that adobe sh-t (stop, stop)
i can’t stand these rappers, they so bad just like bologna (ehh)
catch these wiggas on sight (on sight, bow bow)
and these wiggas tryna fight (bow bow)
prizz on the beat
yeah, wiggas tryna fight (tryna fight)
i’ma go mix the codeine with the sprite (lean)
and it’s late night (mmm, mmm, mmm)
but i gotta go catch my flight (yeah)

[verse]
ace og, rap god, we the gang (gang gang)
yeah we play with guns, all we do is bang (brrr)
all these fake rappers tryna do the same thing (what)
and that b-tch don’t like it when i sing, dang
b-tch i’m different (yeah), none of these wiggas get my style (nah)
i be runnin’ eight miles while i’m on 8 mile (8 mile)
i’m like rocky, i be runnin’ up the stairs now
just to f-ck your b-tch (d-mn), and i got the video file (yeah, yeah)
i be poppin’, i be drivin’ foreign cars (skkrt)
yeah we rockin’, i’m feeling like a rock star (yeah)
all you wiggas wack, man i go so hard (f-ck)
this b-tch p-ssin’ me off, i bout to kick her out the front yard (kick her out the, yah)
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 (5, 6, 7, 8)
countin’ numbers in my head, waitin’ for this b-tch to leave (leave)
and this b-tch a thief, she be very sleazy (sleazy)
i ain’t gettin’ her her new weave for christmas eve, b-tch
(ah, ah, ah, d-mn)
[chorus]
i can’t trust all these rappers, they be actin’ phony (nah)
you a fake wigga, b-tch you ain’t my f-ckin’ homie (what)
that guy roll up lots of blunts, b-tch we call him smokey (huh)
these thot hoes tryna steal a wigga money, b-tch they nosey (say what?)
man these b-tches fake, stop with that adobe sh-t (stop, stop)
i can’t stand these rappers, they so bad just like bologna (ehh)
catch these wiggas on sight (on sight, bow bow)
and these wiggas tryna fight (bow bow)
yeah, wiggas tryna fight (tryna fight)
i’ma go mix the codeine with the sprite (lean)
and it’s late night (mmm, mmm, mmm)
but i gotta go catch my flight (yeah)

[outro]
(gotta catch these wiggas right on sight)
prizz on the beat
(i ain’t bout to start a godd-mn fight)
(but if he starts the last straw then i might, yeah)

- ace og

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